Lycan Christmas

Chapter Twenty

Melony stretched up on tiptoe and placed a kiss on his lips. When he groaned, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, but frowned when he didn’t return her kiss.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never been with a woman.”

She’d never in a million years imagined those words to come out of his mouth. He was a virile man who any woman in her right mind would be attracted to. “I guess we’ll both be each other’s first.”

The fact that she would be his first, and he would be hers, only made her love him more, if that was even possible. Their relationship, their bond would grow that much stronger because they would always know that they’d only ever belonged to one another.

“I’m not sure how slow I can take it the first time. I’ve waited for you my entire life. My wolf is demanding to claim you, and he doesn’t want to be gentle. He wants to dominate, wants his mate to submit.”

“I don’t mind submitting to you, Lorent. I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.” She fought the urge to chew on her bottom lip.

“Hey.” He tipped her chin up and waited until she looked him in the eye.

“I won’t turn you until you are ready. We’ll have time to talk about that later.

Right now I simply want to be with you.”

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief.

While she was certain that she wanted to be his mate in every way, she welcomed the opportunity to spend time with him, to get to know him, to build on their relationship before they took it to the next level. When she’d decided to come to Sanctuary, she’d already accepted the fact that she might find her mate one day. The thought of becoming a lycan—especially if it meant she could spend many more years with Lorent than if she remained human—was something she’d grown used to.

Lorent swooped down and took her mouth in a demanding kiss, stole her breath, heated her blood in two seconds flat. It seemed as if she’d waited for him her entire life as well. His hands slid down her back and over her ass, until he cupped her cheeks and pulled her up against him. There was no space between them now, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist to ensure they’d stay that way. The hard proof of his arousal nestled against her and pressed deliciously between her thighs.

He carried her down the hallway and to the bedroom, where he tumbled them both down onto the bed. His hard body covered her, and she moaned when his mouth claimed hers again. His tongue dipped and tasted her, and that delicious ache between her thighs built until she thought she might explode from the pressure. He sat up, yanked his T-shirt off, then reached for hers to pull it over her head, and sucked in a sharp breath when her bared breasts spilled out.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered.

She looked at his chest and licked her lips as she followed the contours of his biceps down to his rock-hard six-pack and back up. Dark hairs dusted his chest, and she reached up to run her fingers through them. He was gorgeous clothed, but nude? Good God, he was glorious. She couldn’t wait to see the rest of him, but before she could voice her wants, he dipped down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

She cried out as white-hot lightning shot through her and centered in her core. His erection pressed against her thigh, and she rubbed against him, encouraging him, showing him that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He groaned and flexed his hips, his hard cock digging deliciously into her leg, promising to give her everything, swearing to fulfill her every fantasy.

“Lorent!” she gasped out when he tugged at one nipple with his fingers and the other gently with his teeth.

Her head thrashed from side to side, and she threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him against her. He kissed his way down her stomach, the stubble shadowing his jaw scraping deliciously over her sensitive skin, and stopped when he found the pink butterfly ring in her belly button. He growled and ran his tongue around her navel, then flicked at the pink butterfly.

“Do you have any idea how much this butterfly turns me on?” He looked up at her. The bright glow shining in his hazel eyes gave proof of his desire and showed a glimpse of the predator that lurked inside.

She was barely able to groan in response since every coherent thought had been ripped from her mind, replaced by pleasure that Lorent created with his worship of her body, by pleasure that she now found herself immersed in. She quivered in anticipation of his next caress, his next kiss.

He ran his tongue around her navel and the butterfly a few more times before pushing her sweats off her hips. Next he hooked his fingers in her panties, and they swiftly followed her sweats to the floor. His lips trailed over her mound, and his finger slid effortlessly through her slickened folds.

When his tongue flicked over her clit, she moaned and arched up, begging for him to continue the sweet assault on her sensitive flesh.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled against her.

Before she had time to be embarrassed, before she had time to respond, his tongue replaced his fingers and dipped inside her. His mouth created havoc on her emotions and rapture on her senses. Havoc. Pure, blissful havoc. His fingers splayed across the expanse of her waist, while his palm rested low on her abdomen, holding her hostage as he ate at her, licking, nipping, dipping deep, and retreating, driving her to the edge time and again, then withdrawing just before she fell.

Her head spun, her heart thundered, and she yanked his hair, probably hard enough to cause pain, but he didn’t seem to notice. She sobbed as the storm built inside her, swirling harder and harder, centering low in her core until finally he slipped one long finger inside her and drove his tongue against her clit, causing her to explode into a million tiny shards. She cried out his name over and over while she arched off the bed, grinding against him as he continued to wring every gasp, every ounce of pleasure from her.

When he stood, she couldn’t move—her body boneless from the release he’d given her— and she watched him from under half-closed lids as he unbuckled his belt, then jeans. When the zipper came down, and the denim was pushed off his hips, her eyes widened.

“Oh my. I don’t know if that will fit.” She sat up on her elbows, apprehension rapidly shining like a beacon through the fog of ecstasy.

“I’ve never done this before, but I know how it works, and I can assure you that it will fit.” He gave her a feral smile that nearly curled her toes.

He lay down on the bed next to her, and she reached out to him. “Can I touch you?”

He leaned forward and kissed her. A hint of the taste of her passion on his lips ignited her need for him once again.

“Touch me anytime you’d like. I’m yours, Melony.”

She trailed her fingers along the top of his shoulder, then down over his bicep and around to his pec, where she circled his small brown nipple, intrigued when it pebbled in excitement. She bent and placed a quick kiss against it, eliciting a groan from him. She continued down and traced each indention of his six-pack before swirling her finger around his belly button.

She continued her exploration around to his hip, then back into the soft, springy hair that nestled the part of him she was most curious about at the moment.

She gently encircled him, stroked down then upward, but he placed his hand over hers, halting the movement.

“Did I do something wrong?” Had she hurt him?

“No. But if you continue touching me like that, I’ll never make it inside you. And I need to be inside you, more than I need my next breath.”

She smiled up at him. “I’m yours.”

His mouth crashed down on hers, and within moments, the kiss built in urgency. He ran his hands over her body, stroking her, kneading her, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She opened her mouth to him and began to drown in the taste of him. His touch soon matched his kiss in urgency, and she squeaked when she was suddenly flipped facedown on the bed.

He reared up behind her and pulled her hips up and back until his heavy shaft rested between her cheeks. He slid back and forth through her wet folds, the end of his cock brushing over her clit each time. The apprehension of his size drained away completely as he stoked the fire and pushed her to the edge once again.

He arched over her and kissed her on the ear. “I’m sorry.”

Before she had time to wonder what he had to be sorry for, he bit down on her shoulder gently, without breaking the skin, and surged up into her.

Pain tore through her, and she cried out and tried to crawl away from the unfamiliar invasion of her body, but he held her firmly and growled against her. The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt, feral, final, possessive, and when it started to lessen, she focused on the feel of him filling her.

He held perfectly still, and when she stopped struggling, he pulled out of her until just the tip of him rested inside. The sudden loss of him was more painful than when he’d taken her virginity. She quivered, and sobbed, and tried to push back against him, needing, wanting him back inside her, but he held her firmly immobile.

“Please, Lorent,” she sobbed.

He finally released his bite and placed one hand on her back between her shoulders while the other remained holding her hip. He urged her down until her cheek was pressed againt the pillow, then slammed home. The pain but a distant memory, she cried out, relieved at the way he filled her, stretched her, once again. She tried to push against him, tried to get more of him, but he growled and held her more firmly in place, while thrusting into her, dominating her, claiming her. She was thoroughly possessed, and happy to be so by the man she loved.

He demanded her submission, but she knew with all of her heart that if she objected, he’d relent. He would never hurt her, or make her do anything she was uncomfortable with, and proved it when she struggled harder and he instantly released her. She flipped onto her back and opened her legs invitingly. When he frowned, she followed his gaze down and saw the blood staining the insides of her thighs.

“It’s okay. It only hurt for a moment. I need you, Lorent.”

He stroked one finger through the blood, as if in regret of hurting her, then nestled his hips between her thighs. He cupped her face in his hands and slid home once again. “I love you, Melony.”

“I love you too,” she sighed.

He kissed her, and thrust into her again and again, until they were both panting, until they were both crying out in anticipation of release. She held him tightly while he pumped into her, the heat swirling hotter with each slide of his cock in her wet sheath. Her muscles clenched harder and harder around him until she fell over the edge once again. This time, he followed her, throbbing deep inside her with each spurt of his seed.

He brushed the hair from her forehead and gently kissed her. “That was incredible. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were perfect. And Lorent?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t have to think about anything any longer. I want to be yours in every way.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You can only shift the first time during a full moon. After that, you can shift anytime you want. The next full moon comes at the beginning of the new year.”

“Sounds like the perfect late Christmas present to me.”

“I don’t deserve you, you know?” He traced his finger down her cheek.

“Yes. You do. You are a good man.”

“Melony?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever scare me again like you did tonight, I’ll spank your delectable ass.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” She smiled.